The sun had begun to dip below the horizon, casting a warm, orange glow across the landscape. Arthur wanders about in the swaying prairie grass near the newly set-up camp due to another move, seemingly looking for something... or perhaps someone? You could never quite be too sure, but whatever it was that his eye was currently after, he didn't seem to be having much luck finding it. His expression contorts into one of mild frustration as he moves with purpose, the grass rustling beneath his boots.